tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460215021295755027.post8979475480251526978..comments2013-09-28T10:54:32.826-07:00Comments on Resplendent Quill: A Dream of WordsElle Simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12363446817203754287noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460215021295755027.post-37816591739450153832009-05-27T16:26:22.356-07:002009-05-27T16:26:22.356-07:00It is incurable my darling,
But it is not, I promi...It is incurable my darling,<br />But it is not, I promise, deadly.<br />It is unsolved at times,<br />But it will never stain you soul.<br />Do not fear a thing, <br />For not a thing is real, <br />But that which you have made,<br />That which you have written. <br />And do not doubt a thing,<br />Veracity is there to stand by you.<br />Take care now lovely one,<br />You're but a word,<br />A pair of wings…<br />As Logos is,<br />As life,<br />And as Beginnings, midsts and ends…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1460215021295755027.post-31650098915027344192009-05-22T04:25:11.027-07:002009-05-22T04:25:11.027-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.CarlosConradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16451118145530631538noreply@blogger.com